St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1887-04-23
A MORNING VISIT TO Null
BERRY GROVE.

A MONNlNG VISIT III hull
BERRY GROVE.
EDIroR ST.. TANMANY Farmer:
It was an inspiration when one
OF the party said. Tomorrow We
will 60 to Mulberry Grove TO break
fast" Covington was hardly awake
when the wheels Of the Buggy ioll-
cd out Of its streets, and the air in
the pine woods had all it's dewy
freshness. To the resident Of this
quaint village tie beauties OF the
surrounding country may he IN
old story. but to the Northern
guest, not . breath of the fragrant
pine air but brings q sense OF de-
light. The tall trees are scattered
along the road to the bridge. skirt
ing the edge Of the forest. The
horses travel quickly. and before
We realize it We are Oh the bridge.
Could anything I've more charming?
On either side the trees bend over
the clear water below. the eyes find
only the rsstful green Of The foliage
everywhere. and in every shade.
from tho dark needles Of the pine
to the more vivid shades Of the
oak and cypress. Il il impossible
to reproduce the still beauty Of the
curving river. in whose clesr depths
We see the 6sh darling bither and
thither. Up the farther bank We
dash into o shaded forest road.
The sunbeams throw broken patch
20 Of light and shadow upon the
hard. smooth road. AZ VIC move
rapidly onward. The road winds
in aud out amocg the cypress. mag
nolia. gum and pine trees, aud we
roll down q declivity aud climb up
the hill from the spring to the open
gates of Mulberry Grove. It is
quite = little hamlet in itself. the
large house. with its airy dining
room between the foundation pill
lars. standing with rows of cottages
on either side. all among trees in
the ample grounds. The log cabiu
10 the point Of attraction for as. for
there. we are told our breakfast
waits. The brown logs. of slmos
exactly the samo size. form the
outer walls. Inside. The interstices
between the logs are filed with
pine harmonious in color.
The interior Of the room is truly
Gnarled roots form brack-
cts against the walls. the rustic
frames of the pictures are drapsd
With gray moss. and the open win
lows afford glimpses into the cool
depths Of the Mulberry Grove.
from which the place is named.
Upon q large round table the snowy
cloth 10 laid. and upon a side table
are formidable piles Of plates. We
stand upon no ceremony. and time
would fail No to mention the de-.
icious coffee. freshly -lsiL eggs. ten
Ter steaks. aud other good things. |
which placed before Us rapidly dis
appear. When We have pronounced
I the best breakfast possible. and
rave found ourselves incapable Of
urther sxertion in that direction. |
70 60 for . stroll in the woods. |
The thick shade protects ussentire-
y from the hot sun; bnt under the |
rees the eye IL charmed every
vhere with the beautiful vistas.
Along thesswintling stream we fol-
ow the high banks. admiring the
'hallows or deep pools which lie at
,ur feet The sand 10 almost white;
,ut finally. at . bend. We SEQ fur
her in the stream large bank Of
,ure white sand glistsning in the
Two or three birds wheel
n circles over the water. but no
,oond, save our own voices. breaks
he silence. We give last look At
IL this loneliness. and then turn
owards the hotel.
BY the sun it il almost high noon
vLen We turn our faces homeward.
We pass swiftly over the wool
Dad, pause = moment on the
bridge. and then through the fra
.raut pines to the hospitabls roof
which rises among tue trees. N
KArHAR1xE WHIrEsIDk
Covington. La, April %. 1857.
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